The procedure has a strange Alice-in-Wonderland quality. The reservoir was created as a public water supply, yet the community, probably unconsulted about the sportsmen's project, is forced either to drink water containing poisonous residues or to pay our tax money for treatment of the water to remove the poisons - treatments that are by no means foolproof.

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

The Choice, after all, is ours to make.

Then the song of a whitethroat, pure and ethereal, with the dreamy quality of remembered joy.

For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it's a pity we use it so little.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

A Who's Who of pesticides is therefore of concern to us all. If we are going to live so intimately with these chemicals eating and drinking them, taking them into the very marrow of our bones - we had better know something about their nature and their power.